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Once knit the lynck, that loue may last, then shal my dollorsphysical suffering cease (30) It lyes in thee, and wilt thou not, the yeelding wightsubmissive, unresisting man release? O would to God, it lay in mee,mée, to cure such greefegréefe of thine: Thou shouldst not long, be voydwithout of helpe, if twere in power of ||(mine, But I would run, & range in stormes, a thousand miles in payne: Not fearing foylenot fearing the disappointment of friends , of freends to haue, my countenancecoūtenance+to have my credit, dignity; Rollins glosses this line:’I would run a thousand miles – not regarding the danger of succumbing – to restore thy countenance’ and that therefore ‘my countenance’ should properly be ‘thy countenance’. whole agayn (35) And wilt thou then, all mercylesse, more longer torment mee? In drawing backe[your] withdrawing , sithsince my good helpeuse , is only whole in thee?thée?Then send meemée close, theye hewing knife, my wider wound to stratchstretch : And thou shalt see, by wofull greefegréefe, of life a cleane dispatch. When thou shalt say, and prooue it true, my hart entirely lou’d, (40) Which lost the life, for countnance sweet[orig: swéet] a sweet look fromfrōwhom>whōheehée neuer mou’d Write then vpon my wofull Tombe, these verses grauen aboue, Heere lyes the hart, his truth to trie, that lost his life in loue. Loe, saue or spillkill , thou mayst mee now, thou sitst in iudgment hie, Where I poore man, at Barin open court doo stand, and lowd, for life doo cry. (45) Thou wilt not bee,bée, so mercylesse, to sleaslay, smite a louing hart: Small prayse it is to conquer him, that durst no where to startthat does not dare to run away from danger , Thou hast the sword, that cut the wound, of my vnholpenunaided payne: Thou canst and art, the only helpe, to heale the same agayne. Then heale the hart, that loues theetheé well, vntill the day heehée dye: (50) And firmely fastfasten, fix thy loue on him, thats true continually, In theethée my wealth, in thee my woe, in theethée too saue or spill: In thee mee lyfe, in thee my death, doth rest to worke thy will. Let vertue myxt, with pitty great, and louing mercy saue Him, who without thy salueremedy , so sicke, that hee must yeeld to graue, (55) O salueremedy thou then, my secret sore, sithsince health in thee dooth stay: And grauntgraūtwith wt speed, my iust request, whose want works my decay Then shal I blesse, the pleasantpleasāt place, where once I tooke thy glouepresumably given as a love token , And thanke theye God, who giues theethée grace, to grauntgraūt me loue for loue.